Chapter 27: King Alabas

The first thing the Incarnate had thought about when he felt the raging waves of power exploding from the figure on the throne, was what his experiences back in his old life had taught him to do when dealing with offended important officials.

Whether it be a King, a Prince, or a nobleman, a foot soldier of no renown like him would have to bow and express an unreal degree of humility and make himself not look like anything worth punishing.

This lesson from a past life was indispensable right now.

The Incarnate had realized that the man seated on the throne was without a doubt King Alabas.

Flying Reaper Sword.

It had been an error on his part to not show a King the respect he deserved from the start, and thus why he begged to be forgiven.

Unbeknownst to him, however, the simple gesture he did – planting himself low so meaningfully – eased the King’s fierce emotion, and he decided against doing him any harm.

“Tell me. Who are you?” Alabas asked. “What manner of bravery or foolishne